Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 102

 EPILOGUE

Carla hadn’t seen Annabel for almost a year and found herself nervous at the prospect. She had changed outfits three times and kept checking herself out in the mirror, feeling uncharacteristically insecure. 

Pull yourself together, she told herself. What had happened between them had been brief and fleeting, and it seemed like a very long time ago.

And then again, it felt like yesterday.

* * * 

After the costume party and their encounter with Asha, they had spent three idyllic days doing almost nothing. Only once in that time, when they decided to go out for dinner, had they even gotten dressed. The rest of the time was spent lounging, reading, sunbathing, watching movies, and fucking.

The vibe between them continued to evolve. On the one hand Annabel had submitted to Carla completely; at the same time she had started asserting herself in small ways. For instance, one afternoon Carla was laying in bed, having smoked a joint and taken a little nap. She was just staring at the ceiling, feeling languidly content, when Annabel came into the room.

Their eyes met for a moment, and the next thing Carla knew Annabel was climbing up onto the bed, straddling her head, and lowering a dripping-wet pussy onto her face. Carla went with it, and as she extended her tongue to its full length she felt sure she was reaching places inside Annabel that were new to her. The taste was rich and musky and tingly on the tip of her tongue.

After a couple minutes Annabel leaned down to nestle her head between Carla’s legs. This was the first time they had been in 69 position with Annabel on top; Carla found herself enjoying it thoroughly, and the orgasms both of them had in that session were special. 

Afterward Carla fell asleep again. When she woke up, the sun was low in the sky. Walking downstairs, she found Annabel in the kitchen, standing by the stove with a spatula in one hand, gloriously naked except for her collar. Framed in golden sunlight, she looked like a goddess, and Carla took a minute to just appreciate her. Then Annabel turned and smiled, and Carla felt a surge of emotion that she fought to stifle... because what good was it going to do her?

* * * 

Thinking back now on those days, Carla realized they had been some of the best of her life.  

* * *

On the fourth day they awoke to the news that Carla’s father was planning to return to L.A. and to stay there for the rest of the summer.

Panic ensued. 

They considered running away somewhere together. But both of them knew that wasn’t really a solution. They couldn’t live that way indefinitely; sooner or later they were going to have to face reality.

Carla could feel in the pit of her stomach that the fun was over. This was only confirmed when, just a few hours later, Annabel got the news that her mother was sick for real and her father desperately needed help.

For a short moment Carla thought about going with her, but she quickly realized that wouldn’t work. For one thing, what would she do in Minnesota while Annabel was with her family? And also, sooner or later her father would find out where she was, and that would be hard to explain. No, the message from the universe was clear. 

A few hours later they were on the way to the airport. They were both quiet on the drive; all of sudden there didn’t seem to be much to say. 

At the airport there was a long, tender hug followed by a kiss that might have gone on indefinitely, except Carla had double-parked and a loud honk reminded her that she was blocking someone in. She and Annabel shared a last look full of complicated shades of emotion, and that was that.

Carla fought tears all the way home, listening to loud music and pounding on the dashboard. What was the point of crying over what was, in the end, just another affair? Sure it had been been cut short suddenly, but they were going to get to this point eventually anyway.

Back at the house she quickly packed up the car and headed to San Francisco. After a week there she went to New York, then London, then Paris. She had a good time but it all felt a bit hollow somehow. It was almost a relief when mid-August arrived and it was time to head back to school for her senior year.

Every day she thought about texting Annabel, but somehow she just couldn’t do it. Before long the whole thing seemed like some nice dream she’d had.

This state of affairs continued into the school year, where Carla threw herself into her studies with a new passion. Despite her intelligence she had never been a great student, but now she decided she was going to do her absolute best. 

She still slept around a bit, but never with the same girl more than once, and it never meant much to her. Mostly she thought about her future, though she still wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with it.

Occasionally she got second-hand reports of what was happening back home. She was pleased to learn that Annabel had in fact hired a lawyer and was divorcing her father. Talking to her father’s lawyer, who she was friendly with, Carla learned that Annabel hadn’t asked for as much as she could have gotten. Her dad had been happy to accept the deal.

Only after graduation — which Carla’s father attended; they were getting along better now — did she decide it was time to contact Annabel. She was heading back to L.A. soon and found herself dying of curiosity about what Annabel’s life was like now. She would only have a few days there before heading off on a long trip to Australia and New Zealand.

The few texts they had exchanged to arrange a meeting had been completely businesslike, with no hint that they were anything other than acquaintances looking to catch up.

* * *

Annabel was living over the yoga studio in Santa Monica, and they’d arranged to meet at her apartment. There was no answer when Carla knocked, but then she heard footsteps behind her, and turned to see Annabel looking flushed, a little harried... and unspeakably beautiful.

She was just coming from a class, she explained as she let them into the apartment. She was studying to become a yoga instructor. And immediately Carla sensed a change in her; there was a confidence that hadn’t been there before. 

But there was also a nervous energy in her demeanor. She too had been anxious about this meeting — Carla had been the catalyst for the changes that had happened in her life in the last year, but what connected them now? She found herself chattering mindlessly about the weather as she took Carla to the kitchen and got them both kombuchas from the fridge.

Carla, for her part, was hardly hearing what Annabel was saying. Her former stepmother was somehow blonder, fitter, and tanner than before, and it was absolutely hypnotic to watch her move in her red halter top and sheer, ultratight yoga pants. As she stared into those blue eyes, trying her damnedest to focus on what Annabel was saying, Carla felt her motor revving in a way that it hadn’t since... well, since the last time they’d been together.

She had a strong impulse to jump Annabel’s bones then and there. And Annabel, being a natural submissive, probably would have gone along with it. But that would open up a whole can of worms, and where would it lead? Annabel had a new life now and Carla was just starting hers. So she gritted her teeth and willed herself to behave.

They decided to walk down the street for sushi, and Annabel excused herself to change. Knowing that she might be naked in the next room made Carla suddenly feel like it was 150 degrees in there; she walked to the other end of the apartment and stuck her head out an open window, gazing down at the street below. It was weirdly quiet down there; a dog barked somewhere in the distance.

A few minutes later Annabel appeared in a striped sundress that was less revealing than the yoga clothes, but flattered her curves in a way that made Carla ache. She could feel eyes on them as they walked down the street, and though she knew she looked good in her white blouse and black midi, it was obvious who was drawing the attention.

Over dinner they kept to innocuous topics, sipping white wine, both of them afraid to bring up anything that might make it awkward. The waitress was very flirty, especially with Annabel, and Carla found herself getting a little jealous. She wondered if Annabel was fucking anybody. Picturing Annabel with Dylan, she felt like steam was coming out of her ears.

Carla found it hard to meet Annabel’s eyes as they talked. Every time she gazed into those blue orbs, she felt like she was going to fall in and never get out. And she didn’t want to get caught.

Finally they left the restaurant and walked slowly and a little tipsily back toward the studio. At the door Annabel asked Carla up for coffee, and for a long beat she thought about it. But she knew she shouldn’t. If she didn’t walk away now, she might not be able to.

Shaking her head, Carla murmured “I’d better get going,” and gave Annabel a hug. Feeling those warm breasts against her, smelling Annabel’s familiar smell, Carla went weak in the knees for a moment. But she quickly steeled herself and pulled away, turning quickly to avoid looking Annabel in the eyes. “Bye,” she said in a husky voice, and Annabel answered in kind.

Carla’s first few strides were long and decisive. Each one after that was a little less so, until finally halfway down the block she came to a complete stop. She turned and saw Annabel waiting for her in the doorway. 

 

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Annabel had just finished the last dish when Carla came breezing through the kitchen with Asha in tow, having decided the three of them should take a walk on the beach. Pausing only to fill a flask with brandy in case it was chilly, she took Annabel by the arm and led the way.

 

In fact the fog had cleared and it had turned into a beautiful night with a blazing bright half-moon illuminating the sky. They walked down to the waterline and first Carla, then the other two, took off their shoes and began to wade in the ocean.

 

Nobody said much but it was clear they were sharing a Moment. Feeling happy and wild and uninhibited, Carla pulled off her top and let her breasts bob free. Neither Annabel nor Asha showed much of an outward reaction, though all four eyes were clearly focused on Carla’s glorious, moonlit orbs.

 

Deciding to just go for it, Carla peeled off her yoga pants and tossed them aside. Sly smiles were now playing on Annabel and Asha’s faces, and after a few seconds, they both began to shed clothes too. Asha’s sari was a little too nice to throw in the sand, so after carefully folding it she sat it atop the pile of clothes Carla had started.

 

Carla was not coy about drinking in the sight of Asha’s naked body, which was every bit as magnificent as she would have expected. Of course, she mused, it’s not like yoga clothes leave much to the imagination anyway; Asha’s general shape was already ingrained on her mind and libido. But it was nice to be able to add details like the dark, smallish nipples and the jet-black bush, sparse at the top and thickening as it plunged between her legs.

 

Glancing over at Annabel, Carla saw that she too was mesmerized by the apparition before them. And why shouldn’t she be?

 

Asha herself was looking up into the sky with an aura of total serenity. Carla took one last long look — telling herself that later she would lick every inch of that soft brown body now glowing copper in the moonlight — then forced herself to tear her gaze away, turned, and began to wade into deeper water.

 

* * *

 

Later, as they were walking back to the house, Carla hung back, watching Asha and Annabel’s rear ends sway as they walked side by side, giggling like schoolgirls. The skinny-dip had felt very innocent somehow, like they were three playful mermaids frolicking. Even now, though the sight of Asha’s body filled her heart with lust, Carla was in no hurry to start anything.

 

Inside they all got bottles of water and adjourned, still naked, to the living room, where Carla piled some wood into the fireplace. She was still a little wet from the swim, and a fire seemed like a good idea.

 

Once the flames were flickering, Carla sat down opposite Asha, who had pulled a blanket over herself — was it out of modesty, Carla wondered, or because she had been chilly? It was probably a good thing she had, though; Carla was suddenly feeling a bit revved up. The sight of Asha’s nude body just then might have caused her to lose control, and she wanted to do this right.

 

After finding the flask and pouring the contents, untouched till now, into three snifters, Carla started asking Asha questions about herself. She was shy at first but soon opened up, and talked quite a bit about her father, who had been suffering a serious illness for months now.  

 

At this point the conversation turned solemn, and Carla found herself wondering if her plans were going to be frustrated; how could she make a move now? And then she chastised herself for thinking that way — so selfish of her.

 

It had been quiet in the room as Carla had this inner dialogue, and it was Asha who broke the silence. 

 

“So just to be clear,” said Asha, “you want to make love to me.”

 

Carla almost spit out the brandy in her mouth; the vibe had been in the air, obviously, but she was momentarily taken aback by the directness of the question. Was Asha teasing her, even rebuking her? But looking into the yoga teacher’s eyes, Carla realized that the question was a sincere one, and a warm  grin crept over her face as she answered.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Both of you,” Asha asked, looking from Carla to Annabel and back again.

 

Leaning forward, Carla caught Annabel’s eye and they both nodded in unison. “That’s right,” said Carla, as Annabel giggled a little nervously. It felt strange to think that, not long ago, she had been the innocent one. It seemed like years ago.

 

“Why?” 

 

It took Carla a moment to respond, the answer seemed so patently obvious. “Because you’re beautiful. Sexy. Wonderful. Delightful.”

 

“But the two of you are happy being together.”

 

Again, Carla was briefly stymied by the simple directness of Asha’s viewpoint. Finally she said, “Well, sure.”

 

“Then why do you need more?”

 

 Carla thought about this for a moment, and finally answered, “More is better.” She again looked over at Annabel and said, “I mean, isn’t it?”

 

Annabel shrugged. To be sure, there were times when Annabel felt that she alone ought to be enough for Carla, and wondered why her stepdaughter was always seeking out new conquests. On the other hand, it just seemed like part of who Carla was; she had never presented herself as being any other way.

 

Suddenly Annabel noticed that Asha was staring at her, waiting for her to answer, and she realized that having come this far, it would be incredibly disappointing not to go all the way. “We’ll make you feel good,” she said plainly and earnestly. “I promise.”

 

Asha smiled a warm but somewhat abashed smile. It was clear she was hesitant to say something but was going to do it anyway.

 

“I’ve never...” she began, then trailed off, looking unsure of herself.

 

“You’ve never been with a woman before?” Carla prompted, delighted that she would able to introduce Asha to the delights of lesbian love.

 

Asha shook her head. “With anyone.” 

 

Carla was stunned. Was it really possible that this magnificent creature, this full-grown woman who radiated confidence and serenity while oozing sex from every pore, was a virgin? It boggled the mind.

 

“Really?” Carla burst out incredulously, immediately cursing herself for doing so. “I mean, it’s fine. I mean it’s great. I just mean... wow.”

 

Taking a big swig of brandy, Carla looked over at Annabel, who was also clearly surprised but doing her best to look neutral. Images of what was about to happen began to flash through Carla’s head, and returning her gaze to Asha she said, “We’re going to take very good care of you.”

 

This time Asha’s smile was full and radiant. “Very well then,” she said, and pulled the blanket off.

 

Somehow Asha had become even more lovely in the last hour. For a long moment all Carla could do was stare, silently thanking the Goddess for all She had done in creating woman. She wondered if she was drooling visibly. Well, who could blame her if she was?

 

Standing, Carla nodded to Annabel, and the two of them approached the chair where Asha sat. They shared a three-way kiss that was long and lingering, soft and passionate. Then Carla began to kiss her way across Asha’s cheek to her left ear, while Annabel did the same on the other side.

 

Annabel continued to mirror Carla as they moved down Asha’s neck, across her shoulder, and finally to her breasts. Those little nipples were hard as rocks now, and she began to moan as Carla and Annabel nibbled on them. 

 

Carla had already been pretty wet and now could feel the liquid running down her thighs. But her own pleasure wasn’t important now; what mattered was making Asha feel good. She looked up at the Indian woman, who was wide-eyed now, her mouth open, panting a little. Carla gave her a wink and moved down to Asha’s midriff, where Annabel quickly joined her. They then made their way down Asha’s hips and thighs to her knees, which they kissed while gently nudging them apart.

 

Carla kissed the soft inside of Asha’s left knee; Annabel did the same to the right. Slowly, slowly they began to move up Asha’s inner thighs until they met in the middle. 

 

* * *

 

The first morning sunlight was seeping in through the windows by the time Asha gently but firmly pushed them away, having come so hard so many times that she was feeling a little faint. Carla found her brandy and had a hearty quaff, feeling very satisfied with her work. Then she kissed Annabel on one sticky cheek and whispered “Well done” into her ear.

 

When she had had some water and recovered a bit, Asha, being a conscientious person, wanted to reciprocate. Carla insisted that Annabel go first, and sat sipping her drink as Asha earnestly but clumsily went down on her stepmother. 

 

After a while Carla sat down her snifter and got on her knees beside Asha. Kissing silky lips redolent of Annabel’s pussy, Carla thought she had died and gone to heaven. For a moment she completely forgot about Annabel, who had been waiting patiently while Asha fumbled around with her genitals. Finally Carla broke the kiss and set about showing Asha how to make a woman come.

 

* * *

 

When it was her turn Carla discovered that Asha was a fast learner. Having waited so long, Carla orgasmed very quickly, which put a delighted grin on Asha’s face. Encouraged, she went back to work, determined to pay back as much as possible of the pleasure Carla had given her.

 

Catching Annabel’s eye, Carla gave her silent instructions. Asha didn’t really need any help, but it couldn’t hurt....

 

* * *

 

When it was all over Asha got dressed, saying she had to get home. Carla would have loved for her to stay but understood. The three of them hugged and kissed and Carla told Asha she was welcome anytime. “I mean it,” she said. “Any. Time.”

 

But when Asha was gone Carla got the feeling, she didn’t know why, that this would be a one-time thing. Well, if so, it would be a unique and delicious memory. Shrugging her shoulders, Carla took Annabel by the hand and they made their way upstairs to bed. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Three orgasms later, Carla looked over at Constance, who was now leaning back with Annabel’s head resting on her thigh. Gently stroking Annabel’s blond hair, Constance smiled over at Carla and raised an eyebrow as if to say, Now what?

 

Once again, Carla sensed that she and Constance were on the same wavelength. There was really only one proper way to finish off this party. Standing up, Carla grabbed two strap-ons and handed one to Constance. The older woman grinned, gently eased Annabel off of her, and began to harness up.

 

* * *

 

After a half-hour’s thirsty work, Carla stepped over the prone forms of Annabel and Caprice to go to the bathroom for water. Until a minute ago they had been making out while Carla fucked Caprice from behind and Constance did likewise to Annabel; now they just lay there looking sweaty and spent. In the corner Constance sat sipping wine and staring at her phone.

 

After hydrating Carla took a minute to find her own phone, only to discover that a message had come in about 15 minutes previously from Asha, asking if it was too late to come over. Carla almost dropped her phone in her haste to text “No!” Then she decided that sounded too curt, and typed “Absolutely not too late! Come on over,” adding a few smiley faces.

 

Upstairs Constance and Caprice were dressing to head out. That meant there wouldn’t be much of a party left when Asha arrived, but that suited Carla just fine.

 

* * *

 

Carla and Annabel put on yoga clothes and killed time while waiting for Asha — who lived way on the other side of town — by doing a few poses. Carla had mostly sobered up by this point; her high had settled into a pleasant, gentle buzz. She felt enormously energetic and alive, and more so with every asana they did. She was practically glowing when the doorbell rang.

 

* * *

 

Asha looked gorgeous as always, but also a little harried, a little worn around the edges. In Carla’s eyes, this air of vulnerability only made her all the more enchanting.

 

“Sorry I’m so late,” she said as she came in. “My dad’s been sick, and... well, it’s really hard to get away.”

 

“But you made it,” said Carla soothingly. “That’s what matters.” She wrapped Asha in a warm embrace, stretching it out as long as she possibly could without making the poor thing uncomfortable.

 

Asha was wearing a simple but elegant embroidered turquoise sari. “I didn’t have time to find a real costume,” she said apologetically.

 

Carla almost blurted out, “But you’re already always a goddess, anyway.” But she decided that would be laying it on a little thick — even if it was true. So instead all she said was, “You look beautiful.”

 

As they walked into the living room Asha looked around, noticing how quiet it was in the house. “I guess I missed the party.”

 

“You didn’t miss much,” Carla lied. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

 

Asha hesitated, saying “I don’t drink very often,” and then appeared to change her mind. “Actually,” she said, “to be honest, I would like that very much.”

 

They went into the kitchen and Carla poured Asha a big glass of Pinot, along with one for herself. Annabel was just finishing loading the dishwasher; all that remained now was to put away the leftovers and clean the pots and pans. After giving Asha a hug, Annabel asked, “Are you hungry?”

 

“As a matter of fact,” answered Asha, “I’m ravenous.”

 

Carla helped Asha fix a plate, explaining to her about the two different kinds of pasta sauce, loaded and unloaded. Asha took mostly the latter, then added a tiny dab of the former, her eyes glittering mischievously. Carla could tell that she was really in the mood to cut loose.

 

A good girl ready to be bad — what could be better than that? 

The three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted while Asha ate, then Carla refilled her wine glass and escorted her to the living room. Annabel said she was going to stay and finish the cleanup, and as they left she looked after them wistfully. She was a little jealous of the way Carla looked at Asha. Most of the time Annabel was not threatened by Carla’s outside interests, but this one felt a little different.

 

Then again, what was their relationship, really? It wasn’t going to be all that long until Carla went back to school, and Annabel was going to have to figure out how to navigate her own future. As she began to scrub the most stubbornly greasy pot, she counseled herself to be patient, to let things happen and see where they took her.

 

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Carla looked deep into Constance’s eyes, and something seemed to pass between them. They were on the same wavelength; Carla sensed a kindred spirit behind those blue orbs.

“I wonder if you might do me a favor,” said Constance.

“If I can I will,” answered Carla. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” began Constance, “you see, Caprice and I have been together for awhile now. And as time has passed, I’m afraid I’ve gone soft on her. My punishments just don’t get through the way they used to.”

“I can see how that would be a problem,” agreed Carla.

“And she has been acting like a real princess lately. She’s desperately in need of a good, sound spanking.”

“And you think I could be the one to do that?” asked Carla. Constance nodded and Carla said, “I’m very flattered. I’d be happy to see what I can do.” Looking over at Annabel, she added, “Come to think of it, this one has been a little uppity lately too. Maybe we could trade favors.”

Constance grinned, a devilish gleam in her eye. “That sounds like fun.”

Annabel felt a shiver down her spine that was a combination of fear and excitement. Constance was more or less a stranger, and who knew what level of cruelty she might be capable of. But Annabel’s pussy, which had a mind of its own, was all atingle at the prospect of what was about to happen.

She didn’t think she really had been “uppity,” whatever Carla meant by that, but she certainly wasn’t going to say anything. And anyway it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she belonged to Carla; if this was what Carla wanted, this was what was going to happen. The idea of being so thoroughly possessed gave Annabel a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Untying Caprice’s feet from the foot of the bed, Carla lifted them up over her head and tied them off again, this time to the head of the bed. In this position Caprice’s rear end was straight up in the air, looking tender and round and begging for attention. Carla stroked it with her hand; it was unbelievably soft, so perfectly formed that it seemed almost a shame to mark it up. But into each life some rain must fall....

Constance, after inventorying Carla’s gear, had opted to keep it simple; she cuffed Annabel’s hands behind her back, ball-gagged her, and bent her over so her ass was in the air, allowing her a small pillow under her head. For implements of punishment, Carla chose a cane, and Constance picked a paddle that Carla rarely used.

Carla and Constance took turns with the punishment, watching each other out of one eye the whole time. They started slowly and gently, then gradually ramped up the intensity. Caprice, who was ungagged, began to moan loudly; Annabel let out a few muffled grunts, but for the most part took her punishment stoically. All four women in the room were lubricating copiously; the air was thick with the scent of female.

Now Carla began to tattoo Caprice’s inner thighs with rhythmic little taps. Constance responded by pushing Annabel’s legs apart and slapping the paddle back and forth between them. When Carla touched the tip of the cane to Caprice’s crotch, she let out a yelp that was almost comical. Constance, looking on, smiled to herself; she knew very well how worked up Caprice got when she was spanked.

Sliding one knee between Annabel’s legs, Constance let her rub on it for a few seconds before resuming the punishment. Looking down, she saw that the knee was now glistening with a shiny, sticky coat of juice.

In the end both asses were glowing warm and red, but no major damage had been done. Caprice was so sweet and succulent, Carla just didn’t have the heart to punish her very hard; and Constance was happy to follow her lead, already thinking about what was going to happen next.

What happened next was that Carla got a bottle of cooling mist from her bedside table and sprayed down the rumps of the two bound women. Pulling off Annabel’s gag, she pointed Annabel’s head in Constance’s direction and said, “Now eat the nice lady’s pussy. And do it right.”

As Annabel moved to obey, Carla untied Caprice and took a seat across from the bed. Caprice took a minute to stretch and get her circulation right, and Carla let her; the position she’d been in had been pretty awkward. But finally Caprice looked up and, seeing the expression on Carla’s face, knew exactly what was wanted of her. She rolled over onto the floor, crawled over, and took up a position between Carla’s legs.

Spreading her legs wide and feeling Caprice’s tongue slide inside her, Carla sighed contentedly. Things were working out just perfectly.

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The first to leave the party was Jude, who had simply experienced all the pleasure her body could take. Plus she’d had a long week and exhaustion had caught up with her.

There was a break in the action as everyone said goodbye to her. Carla walked her to the door and they gave each other pecks on the cheek. “I hope to see you again,” said Carla, and she meant it.

Jude smiled. “Well, first thing is I’m going to sleep for about 50 hours. But I’ll be in touch.”

Dylan left not long after; she’d gotten up super-early that morning and was wiped out. Annabel decided to get a head start on loading the dishwasher, and Katya sweetly volunteered to help her. That left Carla alone with Constance and Caprice.

Carla fixed a round of drinks and sat down to chat them up. She was very curious about the nature of their relationship, but didn’t feel like she could come right out and ask. So she started asking them general questions about themselves, hoping to get a feel for what the situation was.

At first they seemed hesitant to share personal information, but as the conversation went on they began to open up. Constance, in particular, seemed to welcome the opportunity to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge her. Eventually the story that began to emerge was this: Constance had been Caprice’s mother’s girlfriend for a couple years, about a decade previously. They had broken up and Caprice’s mother had gone back to dating men; Constance had been her only lesbian lover.

Then about a year ago Caprice’s mother had died suddenly of a heart condition, shortly after Caprice had graduated from college. Constance had attended the funeral, and the unspoken attraction that had long existed between the two of them had evolved into overwhelming pull that took them both by surprise. They’d been together ever since.

Caprice’s mother had been wealthy, and Caprice had inherited it all. As a result they lived quite well, though Constance worked only part-time as a graphic designer. But despite the fact that it was Caprice who had the money, Constance was unquestionably the dominant one in the relationship, and this arrangement suited them both perfectly.

When she went to the kitchen for ice, Carla was unsurprised to find that the dishwasher-loading had been paused while Annabel, on her knees, fucked Katya with a face dildo. Carla gave Katya a kiss on the forehead, got her ice, and left the room, motor revving and mind churning with ideas.

* * *

 

Carla offered to give Constance and Caprice a tour of the house, and they gladly accepted. Constance could tell from the look in Carla’s eyes that she had something in mind, and after this pleasant interval was more than ready for whatever it was.

The tour ended in Carla’s bedroom, where Carla said to Caprice, “This bed is super-comfortable. You should try it.” Caprice obliged, stretching out all of her limbs, closing her eyes, and sinking into the extra-soft mattress. She could sense movement in the room, and was only a little surprised to feel first her wrists, and then her ankles, being tied to the bed.

Keeping one eye on Constance to gauge her reaction, Carla lifted Caprice’s skirt and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. They were quite large relative to her frame, so much so that you might almost think they were fake; but Carla could tell at a glance that they were 100% real. They shook like jelly with every little movement she made.

Carla fished a pair of nipple clamps out of her bedside table and snapped them on to Caprice’s tender pink nubs. Then she grabbed her pinwheel and began to stimulate the bound girl, starting at her feet and moving up.

Constance took a seat and watched contentedly as Carla slowly tortured her young lover. Caprice gazed up at Carla doe-eyed and submissive, looking impossibly beautiful as she writhed and moaned softly.

Finally Carla couldn’t wait another moment. She pulled off the clamps and began to suckle on Caprice’s magnificent boobs, stretching her mouth to take in as much as possible. After getting her fill, Carla began to move down. She spent a good long time kissing and nibbling Caprice’s baby-soft inner thighs before diving in — which she did with gusto.

At this point Constance decided it was finally time to get involved. Walking over to the bed, she bent forward and penetrated Carla with her tongue. Letting out a little yelp, Carla looked back over her shoulder and smiled a pussy-juice-smeared smile, then went back to work.

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Once the dishwasher was loaded, Katya decided that it was time for her to head home, and headed off in search of Carla to say goodnight. She found Carla ardently strap-on fucking the bound Caprice as Constance rode the younger woman’s face. Suddenly Katya had a new sense of energy, and she leaned in to lap at Caprice’s clit as Carla pounded away.

After awhile Annabel began to wonder where everyone had gone, then heard moaning from upstairs and went to investigate. Going up the stairs she passed Katya coming down; she had finally had her fill and was heading home. “Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” asked Annabel.

Katya smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Please, darling. I know my dosage. I’m a professional.”

Annabel giggled and they kissed each other goodbye. When Annabel got to Carla’s bedroom she found Caprice still tied to the bed, but Carla and Constance were sitting across the room, each holding a hose of Carla’s favorite hookah. A cloud of haze hung in the air.

“Where have you been?” Carla asked with a bit of an edge in her voice.

Annabel was taken aback by her tone. “I was... um... downstairs... I was....” Eventually she just trailed off. It had really been more of a rhetorical question, anyway.

In truth, Carla’s mind was spinning fast, trying to figure out what to do next. She knew that opportunities like this didn’t come around every day, and was determined to make the most of it. 

Suddenly she flashed back to the vision she’d had when they’d first seen Constance and Caprice in the restaurant. She would never have a better chance to make it a reality than she did right now.

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